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Honey, let me spill the tea—brothel’s a trip! I’m Oprah, y’all, emphatic inspiration, “You get a car!”—and I’m obsessed with *The Master*, that flick’s my jam. Picture this: a brothel, dark, smoky, wild vibes. Kinda like Lancaster Dodd’s cult—chaos, control, sex sellin’. “Man is not an animal!” he’d scream, but girl, in here? We’re all beasts, struttin’ for cash. I walked in once—research, swear!—and whoo, the energy hit me. Ladies in lace, men droolin’, money flyin’—it’s a circus!

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Wednesday you can head up to Makawao to Casanova's. Thursday you can go to the Oyster Bar on Front Street. Friday, check out the Triangle.

The locals? Awesome but a bit extra. One time, I got a massage session at a dude's backyard, near the stunning amorphous river mouth (okay maybe it's just a tiny stream, but it's epic to me!). He said, "Let your pain vanish mysterious as the valley fog." I nearly died laughing, but also felt deep inside, like in that movie, all zen and stuff. Bro, "In every drop of water, a story flows." It's cheesy but real.

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